Midnight had arrived.
The night was cold.
The area around Isirid was covered in a poisonous, odorless, and colorless gas.
Isirid was reciting some incomprehensible words, after which the eyes of the white snake biting the gem on his wand glowed red.
The whirlpool of dark energy surrounding the demonic remains attached to the bells was dispersing after the sinister laughter of the abyssal fetus that had been born was heard.
Isirid was focused. She knew that even an incomplete abyssal summoning was dangerous.
"You are a beautiful girl, but you are also an impure and lustful woman, ha ha ha." An elderly voice came from a silhouette barely visible due to the last remnants of the dark and deep energy of the vortex.
Isirid's hand trembled. The being in front of her was tyrannically superior and sinister. In her mind, she could not find a way to defeat it, yet she did not plan to give up.
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